Walking along the runnel “Rhine”

Penned on June 7 2008

Stranded alone near the tranquil runnel “Rhine”,
bedlam of fear besieged his mind.
He saw the scepters of the Wands,
And the pirhana embalmed this night

Walking the shores of that runnel,
Stumbled on the gnarled creeps of fright.
There he found a wilted bodice of the crone,
Eyes pale blue and the crooked hands of despair.

Thinking that it was his illusion of frantic minds,
He defied his scruples and stared the earth again.
Then he shrieked in resonant with the infernal grimes ,
As he stomped on the legs of the crooked dame.

His thick flesh was shuddered and pale,
a scourge of devoured by the raven
his fallible mind ceded to die.
And abruptly she summoned his name,

“
Jacob,run the farthest distant Isles you like,
And Try to survive from my diabolic spells (that you are destined)
For sure tonight you have only few hours to breathe,
Till the dawn breaks you would be consumed by death.
“

Hurriedly he chased down the land, 
far from that squalid runnel.
Then he glanced the somber skies, 
And fled for his passive den.

(Few hours after)
When the twilight shimmered on the runnel,
and the dawn had the callow smile. 
In his den, his flesh was lying in ataraxis, 
While Jacob(’s soul) fluttered along with the Beldam of Rhine.